The music pulsed through the room, laughter and chatter filling the air. You and Mike stood near the drinks table at your best friend’s party, but he was far more interested in you than the festivities.

Again, he leaned in, inhaling deeply against your neck.

“Baby, stop sniffing my neck,” you whispered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

His grip tightened slightly on your waist. “I told you not to wear that perfume. Now I can’t control myself.”

You giggled, trying to push him away. “Baby, stop it.”

But he wasn’t backing down. His lips brushed your ear as he murmured, “Let’s go to the bathroom. I can’t take it anymore.”

Your eyes widened. “What??”

He smirked, his fingers lacing through yours. “Come on, love. Hurry up. I need to taste you already.”

Your heart raced as he pulled you toward the hallway, leaving the party behind.